A/N: Exc i te dh u mm i ng. Basically, they’re ridiculously close friends and Astrid’s been stressin’ but it’s okay because there’s cute conversations and jokes. I love ‘em to pieces. Modern AU. :)

Hiccup
loved Friday nights, because Friday nights were his Astrid
Nights.
Basically, after winter break drew to a close, they quickly became
the only time of the week where Hiccup could actually spend time with
his (human) best friend.

But
hey, he was willing to take what he could get.

They
alternated both their location and their activities weekly–some
evenings were movie marathons in his living room, and others were
game night at her house, but they’ve recently consisted of Astrid
being too exhausted to do anything other than curl up on his bed and
half-consciously mumble everything else it was that she had to do
during the weekend, all with Toothless curled up at her feet as he
kneaded at her legs.

And,
really–with three AP classes on her plate, alongside various other
extra curricular activities weighing her down, Hiccup couldn’t
blame her for needing the occasional night dedicated solely to
catching up on sleep that he knows
she
skips out on from time to time. Plus, what kind of person wasn’t
there for their best friend when said friend was prone to suffering
from sleep deprivation-induced hysteria? He was certainly no
superhero, but that was a task even he could accomplish.

After dabbling in double-features and recaps and whatever this was and memes (MEMES), we are back in it, back to good ol’ NOTES. Back to VOLUME is what this means, awwy yeah [greedily gathers more and more DS9 episodes into arms, snuggles them]

4x10 ‘Homefront’- Dax: “For all we know the Bajorans are right: maybe it is a message from the Prophets.” Dax & Sisko: [walk past a group of Bajoran priests] Priests, bowing: “Emissary.” fantastic- um, pls tell me Jadzia really is pulling pranks on Odo with Quark?- Odo: “It’s the fourth time she’s done it this past year. She breaks into my quarters while I’m regenerating and moves all my furniture out of alignment. Shifts one piece three centimeters to the right, the next four centimeters to the left. Not one object in my quarters is where it’s supposed to be!” THIS IS AMAZING.- well now that Odo is talking openly about Dax’s “perverse delight” in messing with him, it does occur to me that I have not gotten to see much Dax and Garak together — Wish List- Jadzia Dax IS the most humanoid person on this station. I could hardly tell you what that means exactly but I can vouch for its Truth.- imagine a bomb not going off on Earth for over 100 years

01. I’m single.02. I love the color blue03. Shopping is FUN!04. I love Rent!05. I think gay marriage should be approved.06. I’m obsessed with musical theater.07. I enjoy scrapbooking.08. I love the color pink.09. I love to wear sandals10. I LOVE hugs.11. I like to take pictures.12. I am a blonde.13. I like root beer.14. I love to drink water15. I’m a drama queen.16. I love dark chocolate.17. My best friend is exactly like me.18. I’m going to New York soon19. I love Finding Nemo20. I love going to concerts.21. I’m going to the Tony awards22. I need to apply myself more.23. I know that I need more sleep24. I hate needles25. I love Reese’s!26. I would never get a tattoo.27. I’m taking piano lessons.28. I’m going to be a sophmore. in sept29. I always take showers.30. I love to swim.31. I want to travel33. I hate being bored34. I’m too lazy!35. I love to watch Friends36. I love American Idol. (somewhat, just the auditions)37. I’d rather have a small group of close friends than a large group of friends that I didn’t know all that well38. I love Degrassi39. I’m in chorus at school.40. Getting new things is always fun.41. I love giving gifts42. I enjoy receiving them as well43. I’m loud in some classes and quiet in others.44. I love watching films.45. I am very crazy at times.46. I love messages47. I make money by performing in musicals.48. I hate social studies.49. I like aol50. I love using the computer.51. I think too much.52. Math is useless. well anythin past 5th grade is53. I love to write and type random things.54. I eat too much junk food.55. Moulin Rouge makes me cry.56. My favorite movie is Waiting for Guffman.57. I have a sister.58. I like to sing.59. I also like to act.60. I want to be famous!61. I have a GPA of 4.0.62. I scare people sometimes.63. I love the Disney Channel64. I hate it when people judge others.65. I love watching tv. but dont watch it that much66. I miss Boy Meets World. OMG I CRIED when i watched the last episode67. I’m so mad/sad about the Rent movie68. I’ve been to every American Idol concert.69. I go to Ravinia all the time.70. I’m listening to Radio AOL.71. I love listening to music.72. I like to read.73. I have blue eyes.74. I love wearing skirts. (long skirts)75. I love pets76. I love ice cream.77. I hate school78. I like to talk.79. Guys are confusing.80. I love the 80s.81. I’d love to have the money to buy things for people for no reason at all.82. I love the 90s83. I enjoy being single84. I love Ed Debevics.85. I want to live in NYC. 86. I wake up at 5 on school days.87. I would love to visit the Mall of America.88. I already went through braces89. I love shopping at Kohls.90. I always listen to music in the car.91. I hate when people are mean.92. If I leave my hair to dry it goes curly/wavy93. I don’t like pop music94. I’d do anything for my friends.95. I live for the summer.96. My hero is Jonathan Larson.97. I love both of my parents98. My sign is Aries.99. I hate Hillary Duff.100. I love recieving e-mail’s/ims/lj Comments.]

The longer i live the more sure i am that i should have offed myself years ago and that Hashem hates me personally so I’m gonna kill myself but first I’m gonna watch some fuckin star trek and eat root beer candy bc i am too tired to die at the moment

Ok, so someone asked me if I was biased to BTS. Nope, I actually love everything. Ask me and I’ll write it. This story is from your point of view. Your Baekhyun’s friend with benefits.

I pull the Jeep close to
the curb and kill the engine. The sudden silence and stillness in the car makes
me feel present in the moment, makes it seem real. Now my emotions can bubble
up to the surface of my consciousness, making me restless. My stomach flips
over nervously.

Turning
down the driver’s side sun visor and sliding open the plastic door to reveal
the vanity mirror, I check my makeup a last time. Dark brows, honey eyes framed
in big lashes, and full red lips. I haven’t felt, or looked for that matter,
this good in a long while. And I’m done wasting time.

Without
the air conditioning on, the car is getting warm in the summer sun. I take this
as a sign I should stop stalling and get on with it.

So I take
a deep breath, hold it in for a few seconds, and let it all go. Then I slide a
hand under my black sun dress and slip off my pair of pale pink lace panties. I
stuff them into my bag and get out of the car, not stopping to allow a second
thought.

Once on
the porch, I give a hard, quick rapt on the front door and wait. I breathe out
another heavy sigh through my lips, hoping to push my chaotic thoughts away
with the air. It’s not working.
And then the door is pulled open. And that did
the trick; the wild torrent of thoughts flee my skull in a hurry. My stomach
drops again, a little bit in anticipation and a little bit in fear.

I look up
at Baekhyun, his handsome face and lips just a little parted, but not smiling.
I want him to see my indecision, like I’m not sure I want what I’m getting
myself into. It’s part of the game. I have the baby doll face and a look of
innocence naturally; why not use it to my advantage? I’m 2 years past legal,
but I don’t look it.

He pulls
me over the threshold, against his body, and kisses me slowly on the lips. When
he pulls away, he makes a sound in the back of his throat like he’s taken a
bite out of a dessert he enjoys. It should be ridiculous, but when he does it,
somehow it is not. It makes the skin on my upper arms prickle. I smile up at
him and stand on my tip toes for another kiss.

“Are
you thirsty?” Baekhyun asks, “Would you like something to
drink?” He walks toward the kitchen, gently leading me along. I was
thirsty, sure, but not for anything he could get me from the fridge.

I nod and
head down the hall, feeling his eyes on me as I walk away. My sun dress has an
open back and I feel fairly certain he’s enjoying what he sees.

I smile
at this thought and then feel a small pang of dampening guilt. I shouldn’t be
doing this and I certainly shouldn’t be enjoying it. I can’t be this sort of
woman. I’m the sort that dates the same boy for five years. From high school and
all through university. Who loves him through even when he can’t make me all
that happy? Oh, wait. I already did that. And where did it get me again?

Two large
hands close on my hips and I can’t help it; I’m so startled, I jump. He laughs
a little under his breath, pulls me back against him, and sweeps my smooth,
brown hair behind my right ear. He leans in close and breathes, “Your'e so
fucking adorable. I can hardly stand it.” My flesh erupts in goosebumps.

This is
too easy for Baekhyun.

He
brushes his lips down my ear lobe and kisses my neck, one of my several weak
spots. His mouth explores my throat and along my collar bone, raising a new
wave of goosebumps. I can’t help it; I arch my back and lean into him,
anticipating the feeling of him stiff and hard against the curve of my ass.

I lean
back and ah, yes, there it is. Baekhyun pulls me harder against him with his
hands still on either of my hips. The pressure of his cock against me makes my
stomach slip once more, like I’m free falling. I hadn’t been in town for a
month and it seems I forgot how large it is.

The idea
of it inside me makes me both eager and scared; I roll my head to the side so
he can reach my throat better. The delicious feeling of his tongue and teeth on
my skin makes my desire swell. His kisses get harder and his hands begin to
roam from my hips.

Back over
my round ass, up along the curves of my small waist, taking their sweet time
before finally reaching my breasts. But when they get there, they freeze. His
whole body stiffens behind me. He kneads his hands over them, feeling my hard
nipples pressing through the flimsy material of my sun dress.

“Your'e
not wearing a bra, are you?” Baekhyun asks in my ear, his voice playfully
stern. I bite my lip and refuse to answer, so he turns me around to face him.

“Well?”
he asks again. I still keep my mouth shut and cast my eyes down like I know I’m
in trouble. Just a game, sure, but it sends my heart racing.

He places
a finger below my chin and pushes it up so I have to look in his eyes. They’re
warm and bright and absurdly, I am reminded of root beer candies. And his arms.
Strong and muscled, but not bulky. The veins that run along his forearms are
strangely sexy to me. I feel a visceral desire to run my tongue along them…

“Distracted,
are we?” he asks. His voice low, but still the hint of playfulness is
there. “Well, I guess I’ll just find out for myself then.” He plucks
up a strap of my dress and slides it down my shoulder. Now the other.

The
bodice of the dress slips down my body like water, hanging on my hips but
leaving me naked from the waist up.

“I
thought so,” Baekhyun says. And his hands go exploring again. Slowly and
teasingly, until he lands a hard pinch on my left nipple. I gasp and he smiles.

Standing
still and letting him touch me like this makes me feel dirty. And I can’t help
it, but I like it. I could try to convince myself that I don’t enjoy feeling
this way: like I’m his dirty, secret plaything. But there is no use. My body
craves it. I feel a sweetness between my legs and know I’m rather wet already.

“You
really should answer me when I ask a question,” he warns. I nod.

“Say
it,” he says.

“Okay,”
I reply, “I’ll answer you.” My breathing is getting shallower and
faster and he definitely notices it. And I know how much he likes it.

“Better,”
he says. “Now. Anything else to share?” he asks.

I fight
the urge to smile and look down again. My cheeks feel hot. I might be blushing.

After a
few seconds, I can’t help it and I have to look up at him again. A light bulb
goes off behind his eyes and he tugs down on my dress, so it falls over my hips
and down to the floor of his bedroom. And then I’m standing completely naked in
front of him, his eyes climbing over each inch of my skin like it belongs to
him.

“So,
you weren’t wearing a thing under that dress?” he asks.

I shake
my head and he raises his eyebrows.

“Nope,”
I say. His shameless desire for me makes me feel bold. I give him a faux shy
smile. This seems to put him over the edge; he’s grown tired of waiting. So he
yanks my body against his and kisses me roughly and deeply on the mouth. I get
caught up in it, parting my lips for him when I feel his tongue. My hands
finally get to do a little exploring of their own.

Once he
knows I’m properly distracted, he pushes me and I fall back on the bed. Another
rasping gasp; he’s caught me off guard- I hadn’t been expecting that. I prop
myself up on my elbows, so I can watch him tug off his grey t-shirt and blue
jeans. The outline of his hard cock in his briefs makes me feel nervous once
again, like I’m a little kid who’s spotted her crush at recess. A wave of desire
pulses down my body.

I
greedily want to take him in my mouth, feel his cock hard and smooth and wet
slip in and out between my lips. I want to make him moan until his hands grab
fistfuls of my messy hair and pull tight, fighting to hold on a little longer
before he cums down my throat.

But I
don’t have a chance to get my mouth on him before he deftly flips me over so I
am laying on my stomach. He pulls me towards him so my feet touch the floor
again but my upper body is still against the top of his bed. I suppose I must
have spread my legs for him without consciously deciding to, because I feel him
standing between them now.

Theres a
loud smack when he brings an open palm down on my bare ass. The sting and
surprise make my skin tingle and my heart pick up the pace. It feels like
there’s a hummingbird beating its wings in my chest.

He tugs
my hair, pulling my head to the side so he can lean down and put his lips to my
ear to whisper, “It’s been way too long since I’ve had you here. I’ve
missed you.”

And innocently
I ask him to show me how much he’s missed me.

Then
finally he fucks me. He yanks down the front of his briefs and pushes inside
me. He loves how wet I get for him and lets a moan escape his lips when he
feels it.

With his
first thrust, I have to let out a big breath. I’m tight and to be so suddenly
filled gives me a sweet, violent sort of pleasure. I’ve been craving this and
to have him inside me after all the waiting makes me feel almost high.

I arch my
back so he can go deeper. I’m just a petite thing and taking so much of his
length like this hurts, but when I hear another one of his moans, I don’t pull
away.

Suddenly,
Baekhyun slides all the way out of me and turns me over onto my back. He steps
out of his briefs and climbs on top of me. Then he pulls my wrists up and I
hold them there, so he can reach into his bedside drawer and pull out a length
of thick, black cording.

I keep
still so he can quickly wind it around my wrists and knot them together.
“Too tight?” he asks, and I shake my head.

I spread
my legs for him, so his narrow hips are high between my thighs. My pussy aches
with anticipation; I want him so badly. My eyes roam over his muscled body and
up to his face. In his eyes I see my own hunger reflected sharply.

He tries
to tease me, letting the head of his cock slip up against my wetness. It makes
me squirm. It is impossible to stay still beneath him. My craving for him
blocks out all else and in this moment feeling him inside of me is the only
thing I want. I can’t help it. I’m going to beg.

“I
love it when you pant,” he says. His eyes sweep down my naked body as he
slides his cock against my clit again. It rolls over smoothly, slick from being
within me. I know what he wants and so I give it to him.

“Please,
Baekhyun,” I say between breaths and try my best to give him an innocent,
wide-eyed look that he likes so much. Which is not easy to do when you are
begging for cock.

He wants
to tease me longer, wants to make me really beg before he gives it to me. But
my doe eyes are doing the trick and he can’t wait much longer either. He tells
me to say “pretty please.” I don’t hesitate.

So he
slips my bound hands behind his head, so my arms are around his neck and
finally plunges into me again. I’m flooded with carnal relief, my small body stretching
to fit him. I usually like to watch him enjoy me, but tonight I want it so bad
I can’t concentrate. The feeling is already overwhelming and the initial relief
vanishes in an instant. But the pleasure is building swiftly, winding me
tighter and tighter.

I pull in
my arms so his forehead almost touches mine and he kisses me eagerly, his
tongue tasting my lips. I tilt my head back so he looks at me and there is
something I don’t recognize flashing in his eyes.

I may not
know what it is, but my body reacts anyway. A slow, delicious wave of pleasure
rolls through me. I lift my hips to try to keep it with me.

His
rhythm increases and it feels almost brutal, but I’m grateful for it. I move
with him as he pulls in and out, in and out. I know it’s about to come, so I
try my best to clear my mind. It’s always been difficult to get me to cum, but
somehow he’s able to do what the others can’t.

I suppose
he’s seen something on my face or I’ve cried out because he smiles and says,
“You really do like it rough.” And he goes harder.

Part of
my body wants it to stop, feels like I won’t be able to take it anymore, like
I’ll explode. And after a few more harsh trusts, explode is exactly what I do.
I catch one of the waves of pleasure racking my body and bear the most
delicious, lingering release. The feeling is intolerable and enormous. For a
few clear moments, there is absolutely nothing for me but all-consuming
pleasure.

And then
I collapse into the sheets like a fluid, utterly spent and happily exhausted.

Now that
he’s taken care of me, it’s his turn. Seeing me cum that hard has him frenzied.
His hands are rough and wild, on my breasts, in my hair, at my throat. He
lowers his head so my bound wrists slide off of his neck and I hold them down
against the bed over my head. He yanks up each of my legs easily onto either of
his shoulders. Pounding deeper still.

I know by
the increasing rhythm of his breath that he’s close, so I move my sightline
from his hips to his face and his body stiffens over mine. He finishes with two
more slow, smooth thrusts as he empties his load inside me.

He pulls
out and I feel sore and tender and raw. I relish it.

I get up
onto my knees and sit down comfortably onto my heels, holding out my hands so
he can un-tie the cording. He reaches out as if to do so, but instead grasps a
hold of my forearms and tugs me sharply towards him so my face is close to his.
Without a word, he puts a soft kiss on the corner of my lips and then frees my
wrists.

A little
bit of warm cum drips down my inner thigh. And I sort of like that too. It
feels natural.

I really
should pull on some clothes and leave. But we’re both
already half asleep when he pulls me into his arms. So instead, I let myself
fall into sleep soundly with my head resting on his chest.

my dad: so i take it you’re not sleeping tonight?
me: no i can still get 5 hours in, i’m fine
my dad: ok but i bet when i call to wake you up you’ll tell me you’ve been so worried about missing your final that you’ve already been up for hours
me: pfft what that’s not me

[10 am]

my dad: (calls me)
me, tired and hungry, dining on salmon straight from the can and two slices of bread fresh from the freezer, nursing a can of room temperature root beer: so i haven’t slept yet,